#writerschallenge2019 ~ Three Things About Me

“The shortest distance between two people is a story.”

~Patti Digh, Four-Word Self-Help: Simple Wisdom for Complex Lives

The Challenge

I am working on a writers challenge, #writerschallenge2019.  It was supposed to be done in March, but well, now it is April and here we are.  I also realize that it is in the wee hours of April 3rd and I am already two days behind. I guess that means today will be a busy day for me!

The challenge is easy.  31 posts in a month, each with a different given topic.  However, it is going to push me. Not only do I have to write a post everyday, but I have to use a specific topic.  That is not something that I am used to. Yay for growth!

Here we go.

Post #1 – Three Things About Me

(I have been sitting here for 10 minutes and I still trying to figure out what to write.  Totally overthinking it. Ahhh)

I am a witch.

I am a witch.  Through and through.  I have officially been a solitary witch for fifteen years, I have been initiated into the Temple of Witchcraft for five years, and I am currently working on my first year at Black Rose Witchcraft.  Looking back though, I have always been a witch.  How many Catholic teenagers wait until everyone is asleep to make a candle altar and send out intentions. Not to many.  

Magick is my life.  It is blood, breath, and bone.  It is earth, air, fire, and water.  It is spirit. Yes, I do spells and rituals, but it is so much for than that.  It is knowing myself, and my shadow, and keeping a relationship between the two.  It is divination, meditation, and observation. It is community.

I am 100% out of the broom closet.  I practically blink witch like a neon sign.  It is not that I flaunt it, it is just who I am, and I decided about four years ago that I was not going to hide anymore.  I am the official office witch, clearing “curses” on co-workers good luck charms. Really. That happened.

Probably one of my favorite things about being a witch is being able to share the magick with little witchlings.  My niece is well on her way and she is eight years old. Read about her here.

Sloane is four and she is an expert on fairies and the Night Wood.  A post about her is coming soon. Both of these little magickal girls are so receptive, my makes my heart happy.

I feel like I could just write forever about this topic.  It is such a huge part of my life, I can’t even see myself on any other path.  Being in this community, I am blessed.

I am an Auntie.

I love being an Auntie.  I have three nieces and one nephew and another baby on the way.  I can’t have kids and at times it is really hard for me, but I love being able to spend time with my brood.  I am really close with my nieces and I need to foster a better relationship for my nephew. It is harder with the boys I think.  I don’t really know what to do, but I love him dearly, and he knows that. Now he is getting older and I think I can start to do things with him.  

For Christmas this year, I got all of them crystals for the first time.  I got them a tumbled and a raw crystal of their birth stone. It was a huge hit!  I loved sitting with them one on one and explaining the crystal to them. They really seemed to like it.  Especially Alexandra, she is a little witchling. We recently went out one on one and I bought her, her first pendulum.  She calls it her mind reading crystal. I freaking love it.

I remember the day that each of them were born, and what it was like to hold them for the first time.  I remember the first time my eldest niece told me she loved me. I remember when my nephew used to fall asleep in my arms because I have magic breasts that put babies to sleep.  I remember my teaching my youngest niece colors and how to say balloon. I love these kids so much. They are such a blessing to me and to the entire family.

I live with mental health disorders.

This has been the biggest struggle of my life.  My current diagnosis is Bipolar Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and PTSD.  I am on a plethora of medication that I take daily. I deal with extreme highs and extreme lows and I struggle to maintain balance.  I have recently started seeing a new therapist and she is amazing. She is working on updating my diagnosis. She thinks that there are different things going on.  I am hopeful. She seems amazing and so willing to work with me.

I was voluntarily committed to a mental health facility last July for severe thoughts of hurting myself.  I was going through a very terrible situation and found that I could just not handle it myself. It is a difficult thing to admit, but I spent five days there getting regulated, then spent three weeks in a partial outpatient program focusing on DBT (Dialectical Behavioral Therapy) and CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy).  Basically, tools to help regulate yourself.  They are fantastic and I am so glad that something good came out of something so awful.

I know this is something that I will have to deal with for my entire life, but I also pride myself in being aware of myself.  I can feel myself slipping and I know how to ask for help. I do what I need to do. I go to therapy weekly, I take my medications daily and I live the best life I can.  It is something I deal with, not who I am.

Thank you so much for learning a little bit about me!  Drop me something special about you in the comments!

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Out of the mouths of babes…


“Knowing the answers will help you in school.  Knowing how to question will help you in life.”


~Warren Berger

I love being Auntie Shelly, I think it might be my favorite role in life.  I can’t have kids of my own, thank you PCOS, but I get to spend lots of time with the brood and that makes me happy.  This weekend my little miss 8 year old niece caught me off guard, as kids often do.

A little back story.  Little miss has always been fascinated that I am a witch.  Every picture she has drawn for me has some kind of witchy element.  Her current favorite is drawing me and her flying on broom sticks. It’s adorable.  Anyway, we are driving in the car, my sister is in the passenger seat and little miss is in the back.  After about 30 minutes, she says, “Auntie Shelly, can I ask you a question?”. These are always fun, you never quite know what will come out of their mouths at this point.  “Of course, doll, what’s up?”

This I was not prepared for.  She asked how I found my religion.  How does anyone find religion? Why is it so important to me?  She’s 8. Dear Goddess, here we go. After a pregnant pause, I said that it was something that was always in me, but I just needed to find it on my own.  I told her that it’s great to learn about all kinds of religions and at some point one will speak to her. My sister, who is awesome, told her that she would help her look into any religion she wanted.  If she wants to go to church, she will bring her, etc. I also told her that if she wanted to learn anything about my path, all she has to do is ask. We already do little spells together so she knows I am full of info.  (Favorite quote after doing magick with her to find the long lost remote: “Auntie Shelly, I don’t believe in magick that will turn a dog into a cat, but I think I believe in this!”.)

I hope that we were to answer her questions to her satisfaction.  It is hard to tell with kids sometimes. I love that she feels comfortable enough to ask me questions like this, and I hope I can always give her answers that help her on her own path.

Personally though, I think she is a witchling. <3

~Harmony

Spooky Castle from little miss.  Top left corner is me on my broomstick with my cat. <3
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